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Chapter 635 The Current State of Ancient Times
The moment that dazzling stream of light, piercing through life and death, entered his body, Zhang Qi closed his eyes.

His consciousness did not sink into darkness, but was instead pulled into a vast starry sea composed of infinite laws.

Here, there is no time, no space, only pure rules intertwining, colliding, and evolving.

The essence of the Reincarnation Disc, this innate spiritual treasure, is slowly unfolding within his soul.

If it were any other being in this universe, even a genius of unparalleled talent, it would be impossible to even begin to analyze this treasure without hundreds or thousands of years of painstaking effort.

But for Zhang Qi, this process was compressed to an unbelievable scale.

Because he can think in sync with others from other worlds, it's like having more than a dozen powerful beings analyzing this thing at the same time.

Moreover, in both the Saint Seiya and God of War worlds, he possesses the authority of the Lord of the Underworld, enabling him to directly observe the complete laws of reincarnation.

Although the worlds are different, similar concepts do share commonalities.

One mystery after another about life, death, reincarnation, and extinction was instantly deciphered, absorbed, and reconstructed.

The ancient and somewhat sluggish laws of the Reincarnation Wheel, under the influence of a higher-dimensional knowledge system, were like a piece of unpolished jade being wiped clean of dust, revealing an unprecedented brilliance.

In the underworld, a year has quietly passed.

For those numb, wandering souls, this is no different from any moment in eternity.

He opened his eyes again, his gaze so deep it seemed to devour all light.

He opened his palm, and an ancient scroll appeared in the void; it was none other than the "Imitation of the Heavenly Dao: Investiture of the Gods".

Following his will, the essence of the Reincarnation Disc, which had just been completely refined, transformed into mysterious and unpredictable runes, which were imprinted on the scroll.

The next moment, the simulated multiverse inside the scroll underwent a dramatic transformation.

The originally chaotic void began to shrink and condense, eventually transforming into an enormous egg.

The primordial energy surged and brewed within the egg, where vague yet majestic figures could be vaguely seen slumbering and developing. These were the most primitive life forms in this multiverse—the innate demon gods.

The foundation of the "Simulated Heavenly Dao: Investiture of the Gods" has become more solid than ever before due to the completion of the Great Dao of Reincarnation.

It is no longer merely observation and deduction, but truly possesses the rudiments of creation and cycle.

With everything in place, Zhang Qi's gaze pierced through the Netherworld, looking towards the deeper threads of cause and effect. His fingertips lightly traced the void, and countless complex streams of information converged—the arrangements left by the "Snake" in this universe.

Among them, a cyclical system intertwined with blood and resentment stands out as particularly jarring.

Human refresh mechanism.

The souls of innocent humans from other dimensions are thrown into this primordial land, and their memories are erased by the power of lower dimensions, leaving them to become "resources" for the hunt of all races in a daze, so as to harvest the vast human fortune.

Now, with the Reincarnation Disc, Zhang Qi has the weapon to sever the fangs of this venomous snake at its root.

He can establish a true cycle of reincarnation, giving these forcibly brought souls a place to belong, instead of turning them into mere nourishment.

However, it will take some time to unravel the "serpent's" elaborate scheme that spans countless eras and embed a new cycle of reincarnation into the entire multiverse's cyclical system.

……

On a vast, desolate land, some unknown distance from the underworld, lay a scorched hilly area.

Gu Zheng was leaning on a badly worn animal bone spear, panting heavily.

The wind and sand whipped up dust, covering his face and mixing it with sweat; his chapped lips were oozing traces of blood.

Behind him was a team of about a hundred people, each of them pale and thin, their eyes revealing deep exhaustion and numbness, yet they stubbornly held onto a sliver of light that refused to be extinguished.

A few years ago, he was a spirited young man in the tribe, who, along with his sister, answered the call of the human alliance and threw himself into the war against all races.

With his and his sister's superhuman strength, their battle group swept through the enemy ranks, slaying countless powerful cultivators from all races and giving humanity a glimmer of hope for victory. However, the scene from that day remains a nightmare that haunts him in the dead of night.

When hundreds and thousands of powerful beings from all races roared and sacrificed their flesh and souls, when crimson light tore through the sky, and a true god emerged from the gate of light, everything changed.

In that battle, the human race suffered a crushing defeat.

He watched as his comrades' bodies were torn to shreds like paper, and watched as his sister, in order to buy them a chance to survive, single-handedly blocked the holy deity, only to be swallowed up by endless radiance.

"Come on!"

My sister's last words still echo in my ears.

They split into more than a dozen groups and fled in different directions.

Only now did he truly understand the weight of his teacher's words from back then.

All races are indeed the mortal enemy of humankind.

There is no compromise, no coexistence, only the complete collapse of one side.

The root of all this is that he was too weak.

If he were as powerful as his teacher, able to suppress the saints of all races with a wave of his hand, how could his sister possibly...

He gripped the spear tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

Over the years, he has constantly craved power. He has grown from a boy into a powerful spiritual being, but this power is still insufficient before a saintly deity.

That's not just a difference in energy intensity, but a fundamental gap in attack capabilities.

His battles with those saints were like a cripple with both arms severed, using all his strength to charge at a martial arts master with all four limbs intact.

With just a flick of the wrist, the other party could render all his efforts futile.

My sister once said that the path for humanity to attain sainthood has been blocked by some kind of being.

In despair, he began to think about his own path.

He lacked his sister's innate and exquisite control over energy, and was unable to hold off several Saint-level experts while still at the Spirit Realm level.

All he could do was resort to the dumbest and most ruthless methods.

Since we cannot win in terms of "quality", we will crush them in terms of "quantity".

He must constantly temper his physical body, increase his mass, expand his size, and forge himself into a furnace containing endless energy.

Then, in the instant of battle, ignite all of this—flesh, blood, bones, and soul—transforming it into the purest, most primal, and most violent energy, using absolute power to blast away all obstacles in front of you!
Just as he was deep in thought, an extreme and heart-pounding sense of oppression suddenly descended from the sky.

Click——!
As if the sound of shattering glass rang out, the sky above them suddenly cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures. Then, a foot clad in an exquisite white boot stepped out from one of the cracks.

A man dressed in magnificent court attire, with an elegant yet indifferent smile on his face, slowly descended from the shattered sky.

"what--!"

"It's...it's him! That demon!"

Desperate screams erupted from the crowd. The last glimmer of light that had been stubbornly held on was instantly extinguished by the tide of fear, and chaos and escape became instinctive.

Gu Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He will never forget that face.

It was this seemingly holy and elegant man who had pursued them for years, forcing them into this desolate place... the Holy Throne of All Races...

(End of this chapter)